“Burning,” repeated Emma in horror as her mind tried to catch up with events. “It is burning…the bin…honey, stand aside,” Skylar ordered pulling Emma to one side and lifting the kitchen fire extinguisher off the wall at the same time. She pulled the nozzle, aimed and swept the extinguisher side to side over the bin. The smoke subsided and Skylar peered into the bin. “What on earth...” she said, “Were you smoking Emma?”
“Ah, I...” Emma cleared her voice finding herself feeling oddly abashed in front of her wife. She fell silent as Skylar looked her with a stern expression. “Skylar...”
“I’d like an honest answer please sweetheart,” Skylar said steadily, her stern expression not changing. Emma felt embarrassed. It had been a long time since she had found herself in front of her wife like this. “I’m waiting,” came Skylar’s unimpressed voice again. “Um, well technically no, but yes, just a...a...few puffs. I was throwing them out. They were given to me by...” she found herself babbling. “I was frustrated about Marla not coming home and...”
“And so you decided to start smoking and set the house on fire,” Skylar finished. “I think I have been neglecting your bottom for a bit too long Missy.”
“ Skylar...” Emma began panic filling her “Sweetheart I...”
“Go upstairs Emma” Skylar ordered cutting off her stammers, “we’ll finish this in our bedroom and then we will discuss Marla.”
“Skylar, I am sorry, I...”
“Now babe or I will help you upstairs.” Looking at her wife’s uncompromising face, brown eyes in a frown of displeasure, Emma turned and walked upstairs to their bedroom slowly. Skylar walked in behind her. “Take your trousers and panties off,” Skylar said. Emma turned, “Honey...”she started to say. “Now or I will do it for you.” As Emma reluctantly took off her white trousers and even more reluctantly her panties, Skylar strode over to the dresser. She opened the second draw and took out a large ebony backed hair brush. Emma eyes widened in dismay and a fair bit of indignation. Skylar had never just spanked her with a hair brush first. “Come here,” Skylar ordered as Emma hesitated. One look at Skylar’s thunderous face had her walking over to the bed where Skylar stood. For one mad second she contemplated running out of the room but Skylar pulled her firmly into an old familiar position. Her hands touched the floor and her hips and thighs lay across Skylar’s muscled thighs. Her upturned bottom felt exposed and vulnerable. “Why are we here Emma?”
“Well I...started a fire...”she said softly. “Wrong,” came the retort and she yelped as Skylar’s hand landed heavily on her bottom. “You are in this position because you did not discuss your frustration with me and chose to smoke. I will NOT tolerate you ruining your health deliberately,” she said the last sentence punctured with hard sharp slaps from her palm on Emma’s upturned bottom. “And,” she continued not letting up the spankings, “for throwing a lit cigarette in the bin because you knew you were doing the wrong thing and tried to hide it from me.”Emma felt fluttery and angry and penitent inside. “I’m sorry,” she tried. “You will be,” Skylar replied. She lifted the hair brush and brought it straight down across Emma sit spot. “Ow,” Emma howled out loud. Did spankings used to feel this sore? “Skylar, stop-what if Marla comes back now and hears?”
“It will do her good to see that discipline is actually carried out in this house and what she will be in for,” Skylar replied unperturbed. “Hold still,” Skylar ordered her one hand on Emma’s lower back and brought the hair brush down twice over the left cheek of the red bottom on her lap, twice over the right and twice right in the middle. Emma bucked upward and cried out, “I’m sorry Skylar, honey, please stop.”
“I will stop when I feel you have learnt your lesson,” Skylar said calmly and firmly. She brought the hair brush down again six more times and noted the deep red colour Emma’s bottom was turning. Emma cried and yelped and struggled. Skylar did not let up and applied another ten hard spankings which left Emma gasping and sobbing and lying limply over her wife’s knees. Her bottom throbbed and she felt a deep hatred for cigarettes. Skylar pulled her up and held her against her. “I will not tolerate you smoking Emma, do you understand me.”
“Yes,” Emma sobbed, “Babe I’m sorry.”
“I know you are honey. I think perhaps we need to have a bit more regular discipline for you don’t we?!” Emma looked at her and despite her pain she smiled a bit, “I don’t think so.” Skylar laughed “We’ll see. Sweetheart, I hope u have learnt your lesson.” She kissed her wife tenderly and Emma leaned into the kiss. She wanted to feel indignant but her insides melted as she felt Skylark’s care and concern for her. The kiss deepened and Emma moaned in the back of her throat. Wetness was creeping between her legs and she leant back. “Hmm… maybe I should be spanking you a bit more often,” Skylar teased leaning over and letting her lips brush against Emma’s clothed nipples. “Oh,” gasped Emma, “Babe please—oh darn. We need to talk about Marla. I’m worried that she is not home.” She glanced over to the gilt clock on their bedroom wall and saw it was already 6.30 p.m. Skylar groaned and pulled her up. “You’re mine later tonight babe,” she growled softly. “And you’re mine,” Emma said tenderly back.
Chapter 5
When the blonde woman flirting with Marla at the bar looked at her watch, Marla suddenly realised that it was almost dark outside. Feeling like Cinderella, she gasped her apologetic goodbye to the startled woman and started to run back up to the nearest bus stop that would take her home. She sat on the bus cursing herself for stopping at the little bar. Still, she reasoned, it’s not even 7 p.m. yet. Maybe I can tell Emma my appointment was delayed. She immediately dismissed that idea as government departments closed by 2.30 p.m. I did deserve to relax a bit; I have been quite stressed out . Something told her Emma and Skylar might not approve of her method of relaxation, as she had missed her discussion with Emma at 3 p.m. She walked slowly from the bus stop up to the house. She could see the lights on in the lounge and in the kitchen to the left of that. Taking a deep breath she decided to walk confidently inside. She was after all, a grown woman and she had not felt this relaxed for a long time. Dam their rules, she thought and trying not to feel nervous she opened the front door briskly. "Marla," Emma voice called out, "is that you? Are you alright honey?” She appeared in the doorway concern etched on her face. Skylar appeared behind her. “Yes, yes, I'm fine," Marla replied.
"Where were you Marla?" Skylar said. "Emma called me. You did not get home for your study schedule discussion and you never answered your phone." Marla looked at both of them realising she had felt so relaxed she had not even thought about her mobile phone and took another deep breath. "I decided to spend a bit of time chilling and relaxing," she said trying to look at both of them confidently. She cleared her throat. "I see," said Emma shortly. "What time was your session with me today Marla?"
"I don't see why I need to discuss my study plans with you," began Marla feeling the irritation rise in her, "I..." She did not get any further as she saw Emma take a step toward her. She felt her arm being grabbed, being swung around and felt Emma’s palm connect with her backside. "Hey," she shouted, trying to twist away. Her cheeks turned bright red. Was this kind, caring Emma? How dare she spank her, she was not a child, she was ... "Ow,ow," she found herself crying out before she could finish her thought. "Marla, you chose to deliberately disobey me," Emma said. "We were serious when we said you would start facing the facing the consequences." Emma and Skylar looked at her steadily. Marla choked back an angry retort. She swallowed and stepped back. "Look, this is ridiculous, I'm sorry. I should have met you on time. I’m sorry Emma; please can't we just forget it. I'll meet with you now.” Skylar shook her head, making her blond ponytail swing, "That's not the way it works Marla. We explained to you that if you chose to disobey the rules or not take care of yourself you will face the consequences." Emma nodded in agreement and said calmly but firmly, "Wait for me in the lounge Marla." Marla opened her mouth but nothing came out. She looked at Emm
a and Skylar's serious faces and her tummy lurched. She turned and walked into the lounge but stomped a bit on the way to try and hold on to a bit of her dignity. She turned as Emma came into the lounge and started to say "Emma this is ridic..." She got no further as Emma grabbed her by the wrist and firmly led her to one of the sofas. She felt herself being bent over the back of the sofa by a strong hand until her face touched the cushions. The position pushed her bottom out and she felt a tingle in her tummy as well as embarrassment and disbelief. She had a strange urge to cry, laugh and protest at the same time. Emma's thighs felt firm next to her top legs and heard Emma's clear voice telling her what she was being spanked for. Everything felt unreal up until she felt her skirt being lifted up and the air flow over her thighs and panty covered bottom. She started to protest and shriek and tried to push herself up. Emma's strong hand pushed her back down and her hand landed sharply on her bottom. The spanking sounded like pistol shots and kept time with Emma's scolding, "You need,”…slap…slap…“to” start…slap…slap... “following the,”…slap…slap… “rules young lady!” Slap…slap…slap… “Do you understand me?”...slap…slap… “Do you, do you?" Her hand landed twelve times in rapid succession right on Marla's sit spot. She never imagined a spanking would feel this sore. Marla kicked her legs and whimpered earning her another five slaps and a stern warning to keep still. A sob caught in her throat. 'I'm sorry," she gasped. "Emma truly I'm sorry. I was thoughtless." Emma paused, "This is only a gentle spanking Marla," she said, "next time I won't be so gentle." Gentle, gentle—this was a gentle spanking ! Marla did not dare to think what a more severe one would be like. Emma added a further six hard, sharp smacks to Marla's bottom and then took her arm to help her stand up. "Look at me Marla," Emma said. Marla kept her head lowered, embarrassment and a strange relief combining in her. She felt a soft hand grasp her chin and lift her head. She tried to grab the hand but found her hand pushed back down and her chin held firmly. "I said look at me Marla," Emma repeated. Marla's eyes met Emma's who looked at her with a clear, direct gaze. Her voice was caring as she said, "Marla I know this will feel strange to you, but if you break our rules you will face the consequences and the consequences will not be as easy as this one.” Easy, Marla thought, easy? Her butt felt on fire and her face flushed with shame. Still she felt surprised that Emma seemed unaffected and was looking at her with care. "Marla, neither Skylar or I will allow you to break any further rules or not care for or respect yourself or us. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Marla replied through gritted teeth. "I beg your pardon?" Emma's voice was crisp and sharp again. "Yes Emma," she replied meekly. "Good girl," came two voices simultaneously. Marla looked up to see Skylar standing in the doorway. Skylar walked over and hugged her. "Marla, do you understand what Emma and I mean now when we say you will face the consequences. We are not playing around and will follow through as explained in the rules." Marla looked at the two of them facing her, their faces concerned, caring and stern at the same time. She suddenly felt a sense of relief and security she could not explain or understand. She felt…looked after and as if she mattered in the world. She felt safe. Ignoring her burning bottom she hugged them both and whispered, "Thank you for caring. I'll do much better from now. I'll really try." Emma and Skylar hugged her back their eyes meeting over Marla's head. They had got through to Marla. Their expressions changed abruptly when they heard Marla mutter, "Still think this spanking thing is ridiculous though." Sighing amusedly, they led her back to the kitchen for a late dinner. Marla was going to be a challenge for sure.
The End. For now.
More Marla: Testing the Boundaries
By
Leandra Summers
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 1
Skylar sat on a high wooden backed chair alongside the breakfast bar, looking out toward the back garden. The grass was deep green and the sun shone brightly reflecting off the water in the small therapy pool that Emma, her wife, used for rehabilitation with some of her physiotherapy clients. A small concrete ramp with hand rails on each side ran alongside the pool. Emma’s assistant, Neil was assisting a client to walk along it. Between this and the rest of the garden was a thick row of green and lavender coloured bushes. It created some privacy and separation between the house and Emma’s home practice. The practice was thriving and Skylar felt proud of her wife and her commitment to her business. Emma worked until 2 p.m. every day. This was an additional bonus as it allowed them more time together in the evenings than when Emma had worked at a hospital practice. She smiled affectionately as she saw her wife come out and talk with the client. Her dark, bobbed hair was tucked behind her ears and Skylar could imagine her soft voice as she spoke to the client. Even dressed in her white work pants and loose top Skylar could see the outlines of her wife’s body. As she bent slightly toward the client, Skylar noted how the pants flowed over Emma’s buttocks. It was not that long ago that she had had occasion to discipline her on those exact pert buttocks. Skylar grinned thinking about it, remembering Emma’s indignation. She turned away, pulling down the blind to ensure privacy for the client and sighed ruefully. Another two hours before Emma finished work. Skylar was off work on a very unaccustomed ‘sick’ day. Her whole team had been sent home due to an outbreak of measles in two of her team members. Although measles was uncommon in adults, one of her team had caught it from their child. She felt disgruntled. She had had measles as a child and felt she was probably immune. Emma had laughed at her annoyance. “It’s not that easy having to follow the rules is it?” she teased her wife. The department did not want to take the chance of any of the other teams catching it. Skylar’s blonde hair, usually tied up in a neat, sleek pony tail in keeping with her fire department uniform requirements, hung around her muscular shoulders. She felt restless being at home. Skylar wondered how Marla was getting on at her weekly visit to the social tourist services department. She had been gone quite a while. She thought back to Marla’s arrival one month ago after her passport and cash had been stolen and the initial adjustments Marla had had to make to living within the rules and boundaries at her and Emma’s home.
As she was pondering this she heard rapid footsteps up the front path. The front door was unlocked and opened noisily. It banged shut and angry footsteps stamped down the hall way. “Marla,” she called out, “is that you?” The footsteps immediately stopped and then continued, but without the angry stamping. “Um, yes,” came the reply. Marla’s pretty face framed by her brown hair, tentatively peered around the kitchen door. “What are you doing home?” she asked in surprise and with a slightly nervous look on her face. “I was sent home due to an outbreak of measles in my team,” Skylar answered. “Never mind that. How did your weekly visit go? Not too well I take it?” she asked wryly. “Well, no,” Marla reddened slightly thinking how she had slammed the door and stamped on down the passage. “Mrs Browning said the papers got lost and they restarted the process, so it’s another delay.”
“Are you unhappy here? “ Skylar asked. “No, no…you know that I am very fond of you and Emma and grateful for your kindness,” Marla said. “I just feel lost without my passport. I suppose it’s just the ‘red tape’ that’s frustrating.” Skylar looked at her silently waiting. “Okay, I lost it a bit because until I get that all finished I can’t sort out where I want to go next.”
“What do you mean by lost it a bit?” Skylar tried to clarify. “Um, I… well nothing really.” Skylar waited. She was not unused to Marla displaying her temper when things did not go her way. Her temper had improved over the past few weeks with their help though. “Nothing really,” Marla reiterated. “I might just go and shower, it was so hot out,” she said edging toward the stairs. “Marla,” Skylar said leaning back against the cherry wood kitchen bar, arms folded. “Fine,” Marla snapped. “Fine! I
might have told the social tourist services department that they were incompetent. It was nothing really.”
“And who exactly did you say that to?” Skylar continued. Marla grit her teeth. “Mrs Browning,” she replied. “I apologised and she said she did understand how frustrating it must be. So nothing to worry about.” Marla called out as she ran up the stairs. Her heart thumped a bit as she thought back to her encounter with her social tourist services officer. She had been quite rude. But in all fairness I had a right to be. Imagine losing all my paperwork. How do you even lose paperwork when it’s a paperless system? Finishing her shower she wondered whether to stay in her room, go out again or go and make some lunch. The decision was made for her when she heard Skylar call out, “Lunch is ready Marla. Please come downstairs.” Feeling a bit apprehensive she went downstairs dressed in causal cotton loose blue shorts and a pale blue t-shirt. Entering the kitchen she saw Skylar and Emma at the kitchen table, lunch set out. They both looked at her. Emma said calmly, but firmly in a tone she obviously expected to be listened to. “Marla, Skylar has told me about your frustration today. She has phoned Mrs Browning who explained the delay in your paperwork. She has also kindly said she understands your frustration. However Skylar and I expect you to go back tomorrow to offer a full apology.” Marla bit her lip in irritation. Seeing the glint in Emma’s eye and feeling the memory of a pain in her bottom she quickly nodded. “Yes, Emma, I will. Thank you for calling Skylar,” she said. Skylar and Emma looked slightly surprised and then smiled approvingly. Marla really was settling well. They looked at each other, each mirroring the other’s thought: I hope this lasts.
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